The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Although this thing looks full of evil.

But Lin Mo has always believed that the method itself is not good or evil, the key lies in the user's mind.

Even if a righteous person practices evil ways, evil ways can also be transformed into the right path.

And if evil people practice righteousness, righteousness may also become a tool of evil.

Everything is created with the heart in mind.

After thinking about it, Lin Mo took a deep breath and took out an antique wooden box from the system space.

This is his insect breeding box, which contains many chichis he brought back from the underground palace under the Taihang Mountains last time.

He carefully opened the wooden box and gently placed the demon seed inside.

Immediately, a Chi Gu crawled over curiously and circled around the demon species.

However, at the next moment, some blood-red tentacles suddenly emerged from the surface of the demon species.

They were like hungry wild beasts, rushing towards the nearest Chi Gu crazily.

The Chi Gu was defenseless and was instantly entangled by the tentacles.

Those tentacles quickly attached themselves to the Chi Gu and began to suck its blood crazily.

The chigu made a shrill scream, and soon became shriveled up.

But the demon seed expanded in this short period of time, becoming fuller and more powerful.

Those Chi Gu seemed to be very afraid of it. They were usually very ferocious, but now they were huddled in the corner and shivering.

Fortunately, the demon seed did not behave abnormally after absorbing the flesh and blood of the chigu.

Lin Mo stared at it quietly, with a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Then, he bit his finger and a drop of bright red blood slowly dripped.

The moment the blood touched the demon species, the originally silent surface suddenly became restless.

Thin tentacles sprouted like mushrooms after a rain.

They twisted and squirmed, stretching crazily toward the drop of blood.

It was like a group of hungry beasts fighting for the last food.

The blood was sucked greedily until there was no trace left.

However, these tentacles seemed unsatisfied.

They began to become more ferocious, as if they were conscious, and quietly climbed towards Lin Mo's fingers, trying to find more blood sources.

Lin Mo frowned slightly, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

He snorted coldly, and a majestic thought burst out from his body instantly. It was his Yin Shen, and it was like a huge tide, rushing towards the demon species.

Under the impact of this thought, those blood-red tentacles suddenly retracted as if they were electrocuted.

The Yin Shen returned to his body, Lin Mo closed his eyes and began to recite the mantra in the Tao Heart Seed Demon Technique.

As he chanted the mantra, his spiritual power began to gather, and finally planted a deep imprint on the demon seed.

"It's done!"

When Lin Mo opened his eyes and communicated with him with his mind again, the demon seemed to be awakened, exuding an unprecedented sense of closeness.

Its tentacles wrapped around Lin Mo's fingers and flicked gently.

Lin Mo smiled slightly when he saw this.

He knew that he had successfully tamed this demon species.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Mo took it back into the system space.

How effective this thing is, he still has to experiment.

Next, he took out the giant black palm that he had chopped off with his sword.

This demonic palm is huge and ferocious, with wisps of heart-stopping black energy gushing out from its fractures.

Previously, he discovered that this thing could actually increase experience points, which he never expected.

"Since it is a residual limb from a monster, it should be most suitable for practicing the Blood Demonic Art."

Lin Mo immediately activated the Blood Demonic Art.

With the operation of the Blood Demonic Art, the giant black palm gradually began to disintegrate like a candle burned by fire.

Wisps of strange aura were pulled by an invisible force and absorbed into Lin Mo's body.

His body was like a huge furnace, refining those dark auras.

When the last trace of darkness disappeared, Lin Mo felt a majestic force spurting out of his body, as if it was about to burst his body.

"Kung Fu: "Blood Demon Kung Fu" - Fifth Level (1980/)"

"It actually reached the fifth level!"

Lin Mo's eyes shone with surprise.

When he destroyed the Dragon Ascension Ceremony of the Fuguo Society in the Taihang Mountains, he absorbed the blood-evil energy used in the sacrifices in the bronze coffins.

The Blood Demonic Art has already reached the fourth level.

But now, he finally made a breakthrough and stepped into the new world of the fifth level.

However, as those breaths continue to be absorbed, the experience value of the Blood Demonic Skill continues to increase!

If he was asked to use the experience points accumulated in his daily life to upgrade, he might not be willing to do so.

But I didn't expect that this broken palm could increase so much experience points.

However, even if the flesh and blood of the Broken Palm is completely absorbed, the Blood Demonic Skill only stays at the edge of the fifth level, as if there is a barrier that is difficult to break through blocking it.

Despite this, Lin Mo's heart was still full of shock.

He activated the Blood Demonic Art, and a layer of hard black horny scales gradually formed on the surface of his body, shimmering with a cold and strange luster.

This scale armor seems to be the skin of a demon lizard crawling out of the abyss, exuding frightening demonic power!

The evil spirits and monsters around felt this aura, and they all trembled in fear and crouched on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Lin Mo looked down at the scales on his body and shook his head in regret.

"It looks quite powerful like this, but unfortunately... it's a bit ugly."

However, at this moment, Lin Mo suddenly felt an unprecedented chill.

He suddenly looked up, and there seemed to be a powerful and indescribable existence in the dark, focusing his cold eyes on him.

"It feels like this again!"

Lin Mo's heart suddenly sank. The last time he practiced the Blood Demon Art, he had felt a similar prying eye.

But that was only a brief trial, fleeting.

But this time, the prying eyes were so intense, as if they wanted to see through him.

The next moment, a majestic and powerful consciousness suddenly surged over like a huge wave.

In an instant, he passed through the shackles of space and hit Lin Mo's spiritual world.

This consciousness suddenly turned into countless dark vines, which spread crazily in Lin Mo's spiritual world.

Trying to erode his soul and make him a puppet of that consciousness.

"Come and become my most loyal slave, and I will bestow upon you supreme glory and power..."

A deep and seductive voice echoed in Lin Mo's mind, like the whisper of a demon, full of endless temptation and evil.

"Is this...Bashima's breath?"

Aptuo, who was suppressed deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, seemed to sense something.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

However, soon, a gloating smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay, okay, even if I can't hurt his life this time, I can still make this kid suffer a little bit."

Aptuo was secretly happy, as if he had seen Lin Mo struggling under Bashmo's power.

He even began to imagine that if he was lucky, he might be able to escape from the trap and regain his freedom.

However, before the pride and expectation fully bloomed on his face, they were replaced by a look of shock.

A tyrannical thought suddenly rippled over me.

At the same time, in the endless dark sea of ​​consciousness, a pair of eyes slowly opened!